Poetry He Is...

[Walliver]

He is a bright summer
I am a cold winter
He is a lovable hero
I am a hated villain
He is starlight, pure and true
I am a night sky, dark and deathly
If my love must be so opposite
Then could he be more attainable?
If my love be so different
Then could he notice my gaze?

He is sweet sunshine
I am bitter moonlight
He is great beauty
I am a monster
He is my closest friend
Yet I am his rival
If my love be so opposite
Then could he be real?